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Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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Jo watched her go, with a hard frown.

Her roommate, the person she's defended a dozen times to other people, is a dead/not-dead person. It's going to be very troublesome if other certain people figure it out.

Jo's not one of them.

Thank everything in the sky for Milliways.

"How'd this part happen?"

Rachel doesn't see how it changes a damn thing. Obviously, she's living here. Her hair grows, her skin breaks and mends, her heart beats. Just because she'd been dead previously doesn't mean anything to her current state.

Not like, say, inexplicable aging.

She pauses at the question and almost keeps walking regardless. But Jo's been something that no one else has and that calls for an extreme amount of loyalty.

She turns, unhappy but resigned and lifts both brows. "What part?"

"Coming here from-" There's a shrug slightly, her tone is inquisitive without being demanding. "-wherever. I got dragged in during the middle of fight. I thought it grabbed everyone that way."

"Technically, I was in the middle of a fight." Her brow furrows, not sure exactly what Jo's trying to say.

Or trying to play like she isn't sure.

"Just because Tobias remembers three years without me doesn't mean I didn't come here the second I croaked."

Jo nodded, playing her finger tips against her thighs in her pockets.

"Okay."

Rachel watches her for a moment, until she's certain she won't say anything else. Her nod is sharper than she'd meant for it to be, but since it shows how much she wants this conversation to stop, she isn't too upset about it. She turns to keep walking, not back to camp but maybe to the small river a few miles west, swim a few laps until she feels like strangling birds of prey less.

No one's more surprised than she is when there's apparently more to say.

"I didn't think it was important."

Jo didn't move. Rachel hadn't screamed bloody murder or known she was coming out with this. Space was hardly a surprising need she might have, so Jo was surprised when she turned about.

Oddly enough, Jo's lips curled into an ironic twist.

"We're all still here, regardless. Yeah?"

Jo's been something no one else has been: accepting.

Rachel blinked and the corner of her mouth lifted slowly, like her lips were trying to smile without alerting the rest of her. She shrugged. "Apparently."

She pauses.

"...regardless, I know one hawk that is going to have a really hard time flying with no tailfeathers tonight."

Jo chuckled.

"Try not to go too hard on him. I think I'm better at asking the serious questions than most people who're going through all of this for the first time."

Rachel's smile tightened just a little. "He knows how to deal with hard questions."

Which led to: why didn't he deal with this one?

Her arms crossed over her chest again, deep breaths creating forced calm. "I'll see you when you get back, huh?"

Jo wrinkled her nose with a disgruntled look at the reminder.

"Yeah. It shouldn't be too long. I'm not for lingering if they can't figure out their heads from their asses."

Rachel smirked and shrugged. "You know where I am if you need help educating them."

"If it could only start with that. So much simpler."

Jo's frown stay at the edges of her mouth.

"Want me to take a message to anyone or bring back anything?"

Another shrug, a bland look given for anyone that lives at the farm. "Say hi to Lucy, if you see her. And thanks."

She might be annoyed as fuck at Tobias but that doesn't mean she isn't grateful to have him back.

"Don't bother searching her out, though, just if you see her."

"Kay."

Jo doesn't look troubled or curious.

She has her own plans for that time and convenient cover isn't bad.

"You staying out here now?"

Rachel nods, tilting her head and back and to the east. "There's a meadow a few miles that way."

Jo looked that way, taking into mind some details about where she was.

"I'll drop by once we're back."

Nodding again, Rachel's at a loss for words right away. There's really no way to make it easier than that to find her and moving to a place closer to landmarks like the city or the main road was out of the question when she lived with a raptor that needed to know where his prey was.

Thinking of Tobias again, she sighed and shook her head. "Fucking boys."

She's sure Jo understands that, too.

Jo laughed, reaching up to brush hair back from her cheek.

"It that bad here, too?"

Rachel smirked, shrugging humorlessly. She stepped off the road and toward the trees, leaning against one with arms crossed. She's still in her morphing suit and it's getting cold, bare feet on cool gravel wasn't helping - not that bare feet on cool grass is much help either.

"He's been here a week and this won't even be the first fight we've had."

She's surprised that she said anything at all, but it's only partly to do with her company being Jo. The larger issue is pure frustration and only so much activity could help her get it out.

Jo cringed, even though amused understanding shown through it.

"Eeick. How fun. Is it helping any?"

Another smirk, another shrug. It wasn't supposed to be fun, and it didn't have to be. Not if it was just good to be around him.

She blinks at the question, though. "Is what helping?"

Jo shifts her weight, with an amused curl to her lips.

"Resettling." To the world for him, to a three years later him for her.

Not that Jo had stopped to ask an version of Dean or Sam how they were doing with her.

Rachel makes a face and gives Jo a look.

"Because settling is exactly what I wanted to be doing."

Tobias was... she's not sure what Tobias is thinking anymore.

That Jo doesn't make the 'we're all settling for something here' comment that beats the doorway of her lips says something of her opinion of Rachel more than the world.

"He know that?"